shuddered around him.
When he spurted inside her once again, he held her hips tight to his as he rolled to his back. She snuggled against him, and the blanket under him reformed to cover them.
She inhaled the scent of sex and Drehl that filled the air and rested for the rest of the night in her husband’s arms.
Chapter Eleven
Kebril was in the morning room with Hawk and Under when Rhoda and Drehl arrived.
He greeted Rhoda by kissing both cheeks. “The wedding gown still looks good, but I brought a few more options for you, sister.”
Rhoda felt a surge of relief. “Thank you, Kebril. Is that what brings you here today?”
He smiled. “That and I have come to commission a painting.”
She was surprised. “I would love to, but I have no idea where my paints are.”
Under and Hawk smiled. She said, “We picked them up this morning, as well as your canvases and any works in progress. The slashes aren’t too bad. You can probably repair them.”
Rhoda felt hopeful for the first time since she had heard of her home’s invasion. “Where are they?”
Under snorted. “In your studio.”
Drehl sighed and directed her to the food. “I will show you after breakfast.”
She chuckled and picked out some of her favourites before taking a seat at the large round table where everyone else was seated.
Breakfast was a fairly entertaining event with Kebril listing the kind of woman he thought was his destiny.
Under fidgeted and asked, “Would you do a portrait of me as well?”
Hawk smiled. “Me too. Since we are all here, security isn’t a problem.”
Rhoda blinked. “I suppose that is correct.”
She finished her meal and looked around. “Where do we put the dishes?”
Hawk laughed. “Drehl built some bots to take care of them. They prepare our meals and do the laundry. It’s pretty sweet. The other bases I have been at all require the Guardians to do most of their own chores.”
Rhoda listened to the description of the other bases and smiled at the differences. When Drehl was finished with his meal, he got a cup of tea and led her through the halls to her new studio.
“Oh wow.” The room was three glass walls protruding from the castle walls, and it had light coming in from every angle. Her easel was standing with Drehl’s painting on it, and someone had taken her palette knife to his face.
She stepped forward and touched the gouges in the canvas and whispered soft words of commiseration and healing. As she watched, the cuts healed and sealed. “Holy heck. Did I do that?”
Drehl was as surprised as she was. “Apparently you did. That is surprising.”
She looked at her fingers, and a slight glow coated her fingertips. She touched the next slashed canvas, and it sealed smoothly, becoming unmarred in seconds. “Whoa.”
“How do you feel?”
She quickly assessed her physical status. She should have been sore from the night before, but she didn’t feel any aches or pains. “I feel good. No aches and pains, no dizziness. What should I be feeling?”
He smiled. “Exactly what you feel. If you were forcing the nanites out, there would be some physical discomfort.”
She snickered and went around repairing the rest of the damage the officers had done. When she finished, she set Drehl’s portrait aside and put one of the blanks onto her easel.
She thought of Kebril and lifted her drawing tools, sketching quickly.
When the blindness of her talent wore off, she blinked and stared at the image. “That’s not right.”
Drehl put his hands on her shoulders and looked at the canvas. “What isn’t right?”
“She’s Terran. There is no doubt about it, she is one of my people.” Rhoda scowled at the sketch for the portrait. “I won’t know more until Kebril sits for it, but I know that that woman is one of mine, and she’s armed.”
“Is she? That will be fun. I am sure that Kebril will enjoy it. He has a fencing fetish amongst his other perversions.” Drehl placed a
When he spurted inside her once again, he held her hips tight to his as he rolled to his back. She snuggled against him, and the blanket under him reformed to cover them.
She inhaled the scent of sex and Drehl that filled the air and rested for the rest of the night in her husband’s arms.
Chapter Eleven
Kebril was in the morning room with Hawk and Under when Rhoda and Drehl arrived.
He greeted Rhoda by kissing both cheeks. “The wedding gown still looks good, but I brought a few more options for you, sister.”
Rhoda felt a surge of relief. “Thank you, Kebril. Is that what brings you here today?”
He smiled. “That and I have come to commission a painting.”
She was surprised. “I would love to, but I have no idea where my paints are.”
Under and Hawk smiled. She said, “We picked them up this morning, as well as your canvases and any works in progress. The slashes aren’t too bad. You can probably repair them.”
Rhoda felt hopeful for the first time since she had heard of her home’s invasion. “Where are they?”
Under snorted. “In your studio.”
Drehl sighed and directed her to the food. “I will show you after breakfast.”
She chuckled and picked out some of her favourites before taking a seat at the large round table where everyone else was seated.
Breakfast was a fairly entertaining event with Kebril listing the kind of woman he thought was his destiny.
Under fidgeted and asked, “Would you do a portrait of me as well?”
Hawk smiled. “Me too. Since we are all here, security isn’t a problem.”
Rhoda blinked. “I suppose that is correct.”
She finished her meal and looked around. “Where do we put the dishes?”
Hawk laughed. “Drehl built some bots to take care of them. They prepare our meals and do the laundry. It’s pretty sweet. The other bases I have been at all require the Guardians to do most of their own chores.”
Rhoda listened to the description of the other bases and smiled at the differences. When Drehl was finished with his meal, he got a cup of tea and led her through the halls to her new studio.
“Oh wow.” The room was three glass walls protruding from the castle walls, and it had light coming in from every angle. Her easel was standing with Drehl’s painting on it, and someone had taken her palette knife to his face.
She stepped forward and touched the gouges in the canvas and whispered soft words of commiseration and healing. As she watched, the cuts healed and sealed. “Holy heck. Did I do that?”
Drehl was as surprised as she was. “Apparently you did. That is surprising.”
She looked at her fingers, and a slight glow coated her fingertips. She touched the next slashed canvas, and it sealed smoothly, becoming unmarred in seconds. “Whoa.”
“How do you feel?”
She quickly assessed her physical status. She should have been sore from the night before, but she didn’t feel any aches or pains. “I feel good. No aches and pains, no dizziness. What should I be feeling?”
He smiled. “Exactly what you feel. If you were forcing the nanites out, there would be some physical discomfort.”
She snickered and went around repairing the rest of the damage the officers had done. When she finished, she set Drehl’s portrait aside and put one of the blanks onto her easel.
She thought of Kebril and lifted her drawing tools, sketching quickly.
When the blindness of her talent wore off, she blinked and stared at the image. “That’s not right.”
Drehl put his hands on her shoulders and looked at the canvas. “What isn’t right?”
“She’s Terran. There is no doubt about it, she is one of my people.” Rhoda scowled at the sketch for the portrait. “I won’t know more until Kebril sits for it, but I know that that woman is one of mine, and she’s armed.”
“Is she? That will be fun. I am sure that Kebril will enjoy it. He has a fencing fetish amongst his other perversions.” Drehl placed a
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